Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-01-08

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"All the furry made by ther gwine way
he'd died down. an ez we heered nothin' from
'em or the war, peoples minds got quiet
ng'in, an they sot bout burryin' up their
spring work
"One bright, sweet nlornin' in Nav WIZ
Mt my work in the yard with FOrtner-thet
wuz my sons name-fixin' up the kittles ter
dye some yarn fur a coat fur him Hus-
bandd went ter the other side O the hill,
whar the new terhacker ground WIZ, ter cut
out some trees that shaded the plants The skies
wuz ez bright an far ez the Good Lord ever
made EN-. l could heah the ringin' o David's
ak cz be chopped away, an hit seemed ter be
sayin' ter me cheerfully all the time; 'Heah
! am-hard at work The smoke from some
brush piles tibet he'd sot afire riz up slowly
an gently, fur thar wuz no wind a-stirring.
The birds sung gayly bout their work o nest
buil,lin, an I couldn't help singin' about
mine / left the kittles fur a minnit to run
down the garden walk, ter see how my bed
o pinks WIZ comm out, an | sung ez l run.
"Jest then passel o. men come stringin
up the road ter the bars. They looked like
some o them that Kunnel Pennington tuck
way with him, but they rid better critters
then any o them ever he'd, an they were
dressed in sorter soljer cloze, an all O 'em
toted guns.
"Something sent u chill ter my very heart
the moment / laid eyes on EN-. Hit almost
stopncd beatin' when / see Kunnel Bill Pen
nington n little ways behind 'em, with a feath-
er in his hat an sword AM pistols in his belt
When they waited at the bars fur him ter
come up, knowed instantly what they were
aTter.
'Fortner,' | said ter my son, tryln' ter
speak ez low ez possible, 'Fortner, honey. slip
back through the bushes ez quick eZ the Lord'll
let We, an tell yer daddy tibet Bill Pennington
an his gang air beah arter him. Sneak away.
but when We air out o sight, run fur yer life,
honey
"He turned ter go, but at that minnit Bill
| Pennington shouted out: Stop thar! Don't
We send tibet boy awayl Eff he moves step
| I'll put bullet through his BRAIN
aFortner would've run in spite o him, but
WIZ so skeered fur him tibet ] jumped ter his
side an ketched his arm.
"'Keep quiet, honey, / said. Likely they
| won't find yer daddy at all
"Van hope. Ez ] spoke. the sound o
Davids ak ruDg out clearly and steadily. The
cannons at Wildcat, yesterday. didn't sound
| no louder ter me- could even tell tibet he
wuz chopin beech tree. The hcks was e7
| a-shaTp an ringin ez eff the AK struck iron.
"Bill Pennington lit often his beast, an
walked toward me, with his sword a-clatterin
an his spurs a jinglin'
a. Whar's that Yankeefed scalawag of O
husband O your'n3 Whar's Dave Brill y be
| said savagely.
:" Hit seemed ter me that every stroke from
over the hill said ez plainly ez tongue conld
| utter words: Heah am. Come over heah
| tried ter gain time ter think O something.
| "'He started this mornin' on Roam Molly
| fer Mt. Vernon, to tend court, said, know
| In tibet didn't dare hesitate ter make up &
| story.
| "'Kunnel, tibet airs lie, said Jake John
| son, who knowed us. Thar's Dave Brill,
| Roam Molly over thar, in the pasture
| cam this hain't court day in Mt. Vernon
neither said another.
go know your husbands on the place.
WIZ tole so this mornin',' said Kunnel Bill
Hit II be much better fur We, eff We tell MI
| whar he is Hit1l at least save yer hous,
| from bein' sot afire.
| "Ring! ring went David's ak, ez eff BIZ
war trumpet, shoutin' ter the whole world
.Heah ] am. Come over heahP